The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Stefan and Xavier were lounging at the VIP booth seats on the second floor of Bar of Fame,

watching as people flailed around on the dance floor.

They were drinking tequila from Massimo-the texture was smooth, and it was highly

intoxicating. Specifically, Xavier was doing the drinking, while Stefan was just offering

company. He knew that his alcohol tolerance was average, so he basically avoided it.

On the other hand, Xavier was chugging glass after glass relentlessly, as if he was in

mourning.

“Stefan, I’m telling you… You really shouldn’t fall in love. It’s sweet at first, but after that, it’s

just pain and bitterness. I’m done!” Xavier declared emotionally as he twirled the blue liquor

in his glass, staring at the myriad colors overhead.

“Who did you fall in love with this time?” Stefan asked casually, looking noble and aloof as

the red cushioned seat, one leg crossed over the other. He was

out to drink their sorrows away

which woman it would be this time… Who had

famous Casanova to this?

I let her down. I just feel bad

that, Xavier

longer love,

him. Now, he ached from guilt, but he could not do a thing

in love? With that wretched state you’re in? Just

not something to be embarrassed about.” Stefan knew

his sorrows, feelings were definitely involved. Stefan

was trying to hide

a coward. You can’t even confront your true

Xavier’s glass

that brave? You’re more

I never had an actual relationship, and there

then losing it

staring at Stefan sympathetically. Compared to Stefan’s tormented

Leia was insignificant-children playing house,